Blood Money

“I’m going to tell your poor mother her daughter is a pirate!” was the first thing my snotty goody-two-shoes ex-neighbour told me when I showed up on her doorstep with a bag of gold.

I looked at my gold. “You don’t want this?” I asked her, and then theatrically shrugged. “Alright, I’m sure I can find someone else who’ll take a free bag of—”

She snatched it out of my hand, made a frustrated noise at me, and then stormed back inside her house and slammed the door right in my face.

I stood there for a moment with my nose to the wood and my eyebrows in my hairline. Hmm.

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Beneath the Surface

Right before you die, everything becomes crystal clear. Perhaps that’s just adrenaline, but I believe it’s something else as well: perspective. Nothing puts life in perspective like death. Nothing else makes you realise what’s important to you, what’s wasted your time, and what you bitterly wish you’d spent more of your life doing. The ‘I’ll do it laters’, the ‘one days’: you realise immediately how you shouldn’t have put them off.

Of course, it’s too late now. You’re going to die.

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Like my stories? Buy me a coffee!

Rather than launching my Patreon or another Kickstarter just yet (got to be sure I’m reading to dive head-first into writing another book again before I do those!) I have another option for people who’d like to support me: I joined Ko-fi!

Ko-fi is great: you can tip someone $3 (or more) as a show of support without breaking the bank. You can click the button on the sidebar to check out my Ko-fi page, or just follow this link! 🙂